Run Away With Me

And Then Horribly Wrong

The crowd downstairs goes silent. My heart goes silent. The only sound I can hear is the ocean lapping against the sand and even that is almost drowned out by the blood rushing to my ears.

I wasn't trying to cover anything up by any means, my actions all night proved just that. But also who I fool around with is my own business. But it's not that someone said it that has me feeling icy, it's who said it.

Why is he even here? Who told him about the party? And why would he show up after yesterday? Even after Jack threatened him.

"No one was fucking anybody, man. I just think everyone needs to go now." Jack says trying to keep the peace, or maybe talk someone off a ledge. But I could tell he was just as pissed to see Mason as I was.

"I saw the way she was with every single guy tonight. What a whore. It was like she was taking DNA samples with her tongue. Nasty as fuck." He spits the words and takes a swig from his bottle.

"Mason!" Sophia yells at him but is cut off by Jack yelling, "Fuck you! Get out of our fucking house before I throw you out."

"Whatever man." Mason stands from his chair and stumbles past Jack, patting him on the shoulder. "Have fun with your slut while it lasts. I see she moves on qui-" Jack takes Mason's shoulder in one hand forces him to turn around. In one swift movement, Jack throws a punch and hits Mason square in the jaw. I gasp, and quickly cover my mouth. But it isn't like anyone can hear me over their own shocked sounds.

Mason stumbles and hits the ground with a thud. He sits up and leans over his knees, laughing like the whole thing is one big joke. "Oh man, she isn't worth it." He spits blood out on the deck and swishes the rest away with a gulp from his beer.

Sophia and Kayla push against Jack's chest, holding him back even though he won't make another move. Two other guys reluctantly help Mason stand up but he just shakes them off, angry.

"I told you not to come back here. You should have just stayed away. You're pathetic." Jacks growls at him, full of ferocity.

"So are you if you think your special. She will take whatever the fuck it is she wants from you and leave you standing alone on the beach wondering who the fuck she really is." He sneers.

"Get out of my fucking house you piece of shit."

Mason just salutes with his middle finger as the two guys drag him from the back porch and around the side yard. Thankfully not letting him go in the house.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what's gotten into him, he's never been like this. He's just upset over everything with Stella, but it's no excuse. We won't let him come back, ok Tyler?"

He rears back from Kayla who tried to put a hand on his arm. He shakes his head, looking up at the sky. Luckily, not in the direction of the second floor or I'm sure he would have spotted me spying on the whole situation.

"Look, it's been a long night." Jack rubs his eyes, drained from the interaction. "I appreciate you guys helping get him out of here. But if he ever comes back here, I'll have him arrested for trespassing. There is no reason for Stella to feel unsafe in her own house. I hope you understand."

They both nod and Jack walks them inside and to the front door. I take the chance to slip into my own room, taking off my shorts and shirt and trading them for an oversized t-shirt that I've been using as a nightgown.

I hear the door lock click, then the back door, and him set the alarm. Jack's footsteps are heavy as he climbs the stairs. He opens his door and shuts it, I think that's the end of our night. But instead I hear my door open and his silhouette fills the hallway.

"You didn't go in my room." His vulnerable voice pulls me to him. I walk from my closet to stand in front of him.

"You said you liked my bed better than yours." I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on his chest. A lot has happened in the last twenty minutes and truthfully, I don't know what were supposed to do now. But I don't tell Jack that, instead I let the quiet linger between us. I don't want this to taint what we had on the deck.

He stands there, statuesque for a beat, and then takes his pants and shirt off. He holds my hand and leads me into bed beside him.

He holds my hand and tucks my hair behind my ear, not saying anything in the noiseless room. The sky that was once black has light filtering in and entering the room.

One week is all it took foreverything to change.